Falcon Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Falcon

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Piercing gray and spray,
A falcon, with a rabbit in his tallons,
Flies low past the open flood gates,

Then grazes the churning water
Above the turbines,
And makes it to the other side of the river

In good time,
Before the sky opens up.
Then sits poker faced in a tree
While lightning flashes around him.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Declan McHenry 22 March 2007

An intriguing descriptive piece Francis.

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